In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
Long Tian's victory over the Bull Demon spread far and wide. Luohai City buzzed with discussion, cultivators of every kind flocked there in admiration and became believers, and the Star Lord's Mansion was built to the height of extravagance.
The heated discussions continued to ferment and were relayed to every realm. Since Star Lord Long Tian remained within his mansion and never received visitors, it only added several shades of mystery, making every rumor increasingly fantastical.
In just a few short days,
the majesty of Long Tian, the Star Lord, had spread across Yun Xing. From flourishing immortal domains to small cities everywhere, almost everyone knew of him. Divine Temples sprang up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and Long Tian's fame reached unprecedented heights, astonishing even many reclusive old monsters.
Even the existences within the Lingxu Realm and countless life-and-death secret realms had been stirred.
Above the nine heavens.
Terrifying auras continuously gathered. Several streams of divine sense tore through space and converged, manifesting as faint phantoms. Their entire bodies were shrouded in dense Ancient Desolate Power, making it impossible to discern their true appearances.
Deep voices rang out across the river of time, echoing through the endless starry void like tolling bells.
"Long Tian?"
"He is merely a Devil Race wretch, yet he can rule Yun Xing?"
"Indeed. Yun Xing today is nothing but a joke!"
"Back then, our Yun Xing was a land where fallen immortals and gods lay buried. Not to mention governing a mere star system—even in the entirety of dimensional space, it was a presence like the bright moon. Who would have thought it would fall to such a state?"
"The inheritance has been severed, and its glory is no more. Our Yun